Commander and Leader

Commander and Leader

Chapter 5: Midnight Memories

Shuffling nervously towards the throne room, Blossom bit her lip and tried to smooth out her skirt. Rather, she tried, unsuccessfully, to stretch the thin fabric tied around her hips. With another nervous swallow, she adjusted the sharp fabric dangling just over her perky little breasts. Taking a deep breath, she peered up at her reflection. The Powerpuff girl furrowed her brow in frustration and straightened her collar. 'There' she thought with a nod, finally slipping into the room.

The door gave a guttural scream when she stepped inside, and a furious slam as it shut behind her. Every occupant, minion, visitor and her master himself, turned to face her. Her face lit up in a delightful shade of pink that almost seemed to glow amongst the flames of the Pit of Hate. She dug her toes into the ground and tugged self-consciously at her skirt again. It did little to cover her and, if anything, only made her more aware of how anyone and everyone could see her naked middle. And, just as instinctively, her hands slid to her chest, trying desperately to cover it. The top hid little more than her nipples; her flush burned a shade darker.

"Ah! So you've arrived, girl," Aku called, holding his hand out to her.

And just like that, her nerves melted away, peering back into his gaze. Her cheeks stayed warm-she could never help that-and her heart raced like a butterfly desperate to escape a cage. But, she smiled and stood up straight, passing by the others who dared to stare at her. He'd invited her early; he'd been unflinching in the outfit he'd chosen for her. Now, he sought to show her off. Blossom bit her lip.

Her blood raced hotter, the butterflies in her chest fluttered lower. She folded her hands in front of her and lowered her gaze. It was rude to ever think of him as an equal. He was her master, and these were his subjects. He demanded proper respect, respect she was all too happy to give. After all, she lived to serve him.

"My Flower," he chuckled, caressing her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. Blossom's heart skipped a beat. When his hand trailed across her shoulder, down her side, she shuddered and bit harder on her lip. She tasted blood; she felt on fire.

With a small nod, she took her place at his feet, a soft moan escaping her lips when he pushed her head to his lap. He caressed her hair; she purred.

He began to talk, she listened intently to each and every word. It took every ounce of her concentration to latch onto every booming sound he made. Every shout of anger, every sarcastic, mean laugh, she drowned in every bit of him. But, oh was it hard to focus. While he continued to caress her hair, a tentacle slid across her bare leg so, so wonderfully. And, surely she thought, he felt the same as another joined the first, sliding up her side, invading the false safety of her top to tease and titillate her sensitive tits.

Before long, the sensation overwhelmed her, she began to moan. She bit down on her knuckles, struggling to hide her sharp, quick breathing. Another tentacle slid up her side; now both of her breasts were at his mercy. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes; the dark appendages gave her nipples a hard pinch.

They were watching her, surely they were. They must have seen the way she panted, like a dog desperate for water. She was in the corner of every eye, fighting to figure out what to do with her hands, while her toes clenched and her pussy dripped with desire. Someone must be laughing when his name, "Aku…" escaped from her lips. Her stomach did flips, her heart trembled and a cold rush of shame washed over her. That chill only stoked the burning heat between her legs.

They were watching her. Every eye was watching how she salivated and moaned for Aku. Everyone could see how she was his favorite. Everyone saw the way he played her body like an instrument. She rubbed her legs together and bit her knuckles harder.

Blossom felt herself start to cry. She'd never been so turned on before, she'd never needed anything as badly as she needed to come now. If he took her, right here, in front of every one of his guests, she would never ask for anything else again.

She squealed when a hot, throaty breath brushed against her cheek, "You needn't fret so, my Flower, we are alone at last," Aku chuckled. She peeked up at him, still panting.

"We...they...um…" Blossom nodded, swallowing the watery lump in her throat. She shrieked and her face lit up when he pulled her into his lap. Gasping for air, her heart ready to burst, she gazed into his eyes.

Aku forced his lips against hers, sliding his hand up her thigh. His little slave groaned, arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer. She let one of her legs fall from his lap, urging him closer to her starved sex. She'd been faithful, she'd been obedient. Two days now, two days without coming. Without touching herself. Without being touched by him. Hadn't she earned it?

Hadn't she been good enough?

"Master...would you…" he cut off her desperate plea with another hot kiss, sinking his teeth into her neck and drawing out a euphoric moan. "Please! P-please, Ma-Master…" Blossom gasped, each breath a hot, high-pitched whine. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. His tentacles slipped around her ankles and her heart froze in her chest, her eyes widened.

He wouldn't...would he?

His wicked touch slid higher, smothering her trembling legs in unbearable little strokes and touches. She squirmed in his lap, struggling to bring the hand massaging her thigh closer.

"Such thirst!" Aku laughed, removing his hand from beneath her skirt. When she nearly began to cry again, he tilted her chin back and buried her complaints in another vicious kiss, wrapping her soft tongue in his. Her mouth, it was always so cool, like a winter's sigh. He cupped her cheek, held her face with possessive force. He wanted to explore every inch of her wonderful mouth before he would even think of letting her drown in her own ecstasy.

Aku broke the kiss, shivering and gently wiping away the trail of saliva strung between their mouths. He brushed her lips; she wrapped them around his thumb. Now, he was the one left breathless, "My Flower...my Blossom. The most beautiful and powerful creature in this world…" Aku kissed her forehead, "And you are mine, and mine alone,"

His tenderness caught her off guard. Blossom whimpered, releasing his digit, "Master? You…" she swallowed, turning away and smiling so much her cheeks hurt, "You really...think that...think that I'm…" He shushed her, pulling her closer so that he could attack her neck with sharp little nips and kisses. Blossom's tongue slid out of her mouth and she moaned; she moaned shamelessly.

Why wouldn't he just let her? What did she need to earn...to earn the right to come?

"Master...Master, please...Master…" the word fell from her lips, over and over again. What could she say? What could she ask? He'd made himself clear, she wouldn't come until he deemed her worthy. But, oh Aku, what did she have to do to be worthy again?

"-so tell me, my Flower, what is your answer?" His voice pierced through the sweaty haze, filling her up with dread. Had he been speaking? Had she really missed his voice?

"M-Master, I…" Blossom stuttered, refusing to meet his gaze. The horny electricity quickly washed away, doused by ice cold shame. She hadn't heard a question.

She'd ignored him, even for a second.

Her eyes welled up with tears. Her hands slid to her head, digging into her hair. Her eyes widened and Blossom's lips pulled open into a growing frenzy of despair.

She'd ignored her master.

"Hm? Girl, what is it?" Aku questioned, curiosity piqued. Something, was it worry, laced in his otherwise confused tone.

Blossom clenched her eyes shut and tears spilled down her cheeks. A high-pitched wail forced its way through her teeth, "I DIDN'T HEAR YOUR QUESTION!" she sobbed, "I'M SO SORRY! I-I-I-"

His eyes widened, and he began to laugh. He was laughing at her. She looked like a fool in front of her master. "Girl!" he chuckled, taking her by the chin and forcing her to look into his eyes, "Girl, calm yourself...you were overwhelmed by Aku. It is surprising you've maintained such focus for so long in his grip,"

He kissed her nose, the softest touch. Blossom was sure she could have died in that moment and been happy. With another chuckle, he wiped away her tears and kissed her again.

"Aku was saying...my Flower, you've been the picture of servitude. He wishes to reward you...tell Aku one of your fantasies, and he shall make it a reality. You, the most beautiful," he kissed her forehead, "the most powerful," he stole her lips in his own, his hot tongue caressing hers, "the most perfect little doll even Aku could have imagined...let him quench your thirst, you need only speak what it is your heart desires,"

The Master of Masters blinked in confusion, watching as the superheroine's entire body turned different shades of red. Even her tears dried up from the heat of her own blush. He cocked his head, trying to meet her gaze. She refused to look at him, curling up as small as she could manage. He pulled her closer, forcing her to look at him.

"Girl? Speak your desires," he demanded, his tone oddly hushed. She'd come to him for sex from the beginning, but now she pulled back from him? She'd gushed over her need to be dominated and destroyed, but asking about her fantasy, that brought out her nerves?

"I um...I…" Blossom snorted, and giggled, covering her mouth. Aku couldn't help grinning. When she wasn't being beautiful, she was adorable. "I…"

"Speak, girl! Have you not craved Aku's release? Have you not yearned for this very moment? Tell Aku, nothing is beyond his capabilities," he insisted, brushing her hair back from her face.

Still grinning like a fool, Blossom twiddled her thumbs, staring at her hands, "I've always...you know I um...I wanted...um…" she swallowed and looked away. He turned her gaze back. He wouldn't let her retreat, "I want…" Blossom took a deep breath and let it out in a nervous poof.

"Wh-When w-we were little um...m-my s-sisters, we um…" she giggled, tilting her head so that her hair fell over her face, hiding her continued blush from him, "We p-pretended...we um...we pla-played the Powerpuff Girls...um…" She cleared her throat, realizing with every word how ridiculous this sounded. He was going to laugh at her.

He was going to leave her...or worse…

"And um...I...I re-really liked be-being the u-um...the v-vic...s-someone was always the ho-hostage...you know, um." She swallowed again. Blossom's heart was racing.

Which would be worse? If he denied her, or if he gave her what she wanted?

"S-someone was always a villain and someone was a hostage and I really liked being the ho-hostage be-because I al-always talked them into t-t-t-t-ty...ty...tying me up!" Blossom squeaked and quickly covered her mouth. The words had fallen out of her mouth so fast, so run together it would have been a miracle if her master made heads or tails of her confession.

Aku threw his head back and laughed; Blossom's heart stopped.

"Is that so? It does not surprise Aku...in our past encounters, you struggle so against his hold. Aku had his suspicions, but this merely confirms what he knew," Aku leaned in closer, pressing his lips to her ear, "My delicate flower longs for utter submission...to be trapped and at the mercy of another, is that so?"

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't speak. The mere thought...even just the thought of it broke her into a hot sweat. She rubbed her legs together, fiddling with her hands to keep them from slipping between her legs.

"You wish to be captured, whisked away and...ravaged by a foe you cannot vanquish?" She moaned and clenched her eyes shut. She wanted him now! No ropes or chains! Just...just now! She wanted…

Blossom forced her lips against his. Aku quickly pulled away, pressing his fingers against her lips, "Ah, ah...you forget your place, little Flower," Aku chuckled and rose from his throne, setting Blossom back on her feet. She stumbled into him, burying her face in his chest while her knees knocked together.

"Please, Master…"

"Return home, my Flower. When Aku deems it time, he shall grant you such sweet release, the likes you cannot even begin to comprehend,"

She tried, the master had to know she tried, to give him the most adorable pout she could muster. Bubbles would have been proud. But, though she was certain she saw his resolve waver, Aku brushed her off, commanding her to return home.

She changed back into her original clothes, throat dry and mouth closed tight.

Inside, she was screaming.

XxXxX

"Alright, so I'll be Sedusa...and...it's Blossom's turn to be the hos-wait, weren't you Ms. Bellum last time, Blossom?" Buttercup seemed confused, tapping her head.

I laughed sheepishly, scratching my head and shrugging, "I mean, we haven't played in a while, I'm sure it's my turn. And, hey! Being the hostage isn't as fun, so it's a win-win for you girls!" I explained, placing my hands on my hips, confident in my answer. Truth be told, Buttercup was right, it was supposed to be Bubbles' turn to get kidnapped, but I wasn't about to pass this opportunity up. I spent the better part of yesterday arguing with Buttercup, and she always tied the knots a little tighter when she was mad.

Maybe, if I was lucky, she'd even gag me. I blinked and scratched my head, laughing nervously. I caught sight of the look on Bubbles' face and felt my own cheeks heat up. Did she know? Could she read my mind? Bubbles always knew things…

"That sounds great! Ooh! Can I be Buttercup?" Bubbles exclaimed, bouncing around eagerly. It was amazing to think that we'd be starting high school soon and she was still...Bubbles. Then again, it was amazing to think a bunch of freshmen were playing pretend on a rainy day, but I wasn't going to complain.

I grinned; it was my turn to get captured!

"Alright, alright, fine...why do you always wanna be me?" Buttercup asked, a bashful grin on her face. Bubbles just giggled and reminded her that she was so tough and cool and strong, "Okay, you win. Alright, so...hm," Buttercup stroked her chin, looking every bit like the Professor when he was pondering a quandary.

"Let me get ready! I'll be right back, let's meet outside while Bubbles counts to a hundred, okay?" I didn't bother waiting for Buttercup's response and hurried out of the room. I had to be fast, if Buttercup saw me, she'd ask questions and I really didn't want to answer the questions. I slipped into the bathroom and, peeking behind me to make sure no one was watching, found the bottle I'd hid under the sink.

"Antidote-X…" I whispered, glancing over my shoulder again. Torn between nervous and excited, I uncorked the bottle and took a long drink. I immediately regretted it, doubling over coughing and gagging as I struggled to cork the bottle and hide it. I nearly screamed when Buttercup knocked on the door.

"You okay? Hurry up!" she called.

"Let me finish changing!" I coughed back. I stood up and quickly found myself lightheaded. It was...surreal, that feeling as my powers slipped away entirely. With a grunt, I quickly forced myself into my Ms. Bellum outfit, fluffing my hair. I started to put on my stockings but quickly became dizzy. Nevermind, I thought with a groan. I'd just go without.

"Okay, I'm read-" I squealed, my excuse cut off by Buttercup grabbing me and dragging me through house. Before I had a chance to protest, we were in the study and I was on my knees.

"Stupid sexy Mayor," Buttercup mumbled, doing her best Sedusa impression, "Thanks to you and your make-up, Buttercup is already hot on my trail. Well…" she chuckled wickedly. A chill ran down my spine; Buttercup could be a convincing villain. Again, I was reminded of how mad she was at me yesterday. "Don't worry, Buttercup won't find you. Here, this will keep you from screaming,"

My heart did a backflip and I struggled to keep the grin away from my face when she stuffed one of the stockings I'd left behind in my mouth, securing it with the other one.

"Don't know why you forgot these," she was Buttercup again, laughing, "But, good, makes this quicker," She finished in her Sedusa voice, sending another chill down my spine. And just like that, I found myself face down on the ground, my wrists and ankles pulled back, quickly secured together. Just how many of my stockings did she steal?

My heart was practically thundering in my chest. I was starting to sweat with excitement. Gagged, hogtied and blindfolded? I must have really ticked her off! I don't think she'd ever tied me so tight...I could actually feel a sting if I struggled a little too hard. It was exhilarating!

"There we go, all trussed up nice and pretty," she taunted, giggling. As if to prove her point, I moaned into the gag and struggled to pull free. The butterflies in my stomach felt warmer than ever. The Antidote-X was doing its job, I couldn't even begin to get the knots to budge, "Now, let's see...Buttercup probably won't look here for a while, since she's a lazy slacker who refuses to do her own work.

I gasped; I'd called her that yesterday.

"And I mean, she'll probably get lost, since she can't even put her pants on without Blossom's help. So, I think we'll quite a bit of alone time…" she teased. Was she getting closer? I shivered; the butterflies were getting frantic. I was sweating, somehow with even more anticipation. Just what had she convinced Bubbles to let her do? What exactly...what was Buttercup planning?

"Mmm...mmm!" I tried to reason with her, tried to say something, anything. She wasn't hearing it at all.

"You know, nice as it is to see you all tied up like this, Bellum, I'm getting a little bored. Hm, well you know how numb skulls can get when they're bored, right? Hands start to wander...start to get a little...touchy," My eyes snapped open and I felt a kind of...searing dread fill up my stomach. I scrunched my toes; I heard Buttercup laugh. She couldn't...she wouldn't...I...I couldn't move! That wouldn't be fair! She wouldn't do that to me!

Breathing in fast, short gasps, I tried again to reason with her. I tried to call out, maybe to get Bubbles' attention. If she did that, with me tied up like this...without my powers to save me, I would die!

And yet...now that she was teasing me, I'd probably die if she didn't do it.

I snorted the moment I felt her fingernail scritch at my heel. Tiny little scratches, that's all they were. One on each heel, but they were relentless! I snorted again and quickly clamped my mouth shut. I couldn't give in so easily. This wasn't about Sedusa and Bellum anymore. No, this was Blossom against Buttercup. She had me right where she wanted me, but I couldn't give her what she wanted.

I squealed when the little scratches made their way across my wildly wiggling soles. I tried to clamp my toes, anything to ward off the vicious tickling, but that just brought them to her attention. I broke in seconds, as soon as she started to tickle my toes.

I shrieked into the gag, giggling like a mad woman, fighting with all my remaining strength against my own blasted stockings. There was no escaping her, she simply pinned me in place and kept up her stupid tickling!

"Aw? Is Bellum ticklish? Is it just too much for your little feet? You can't move, you can't run, you just can't get away, can you? Poor, poor Miss Bellum," Buttercup snickered, her Sedusa tone completely gone.

God, I don't know how long she just kept scratching my toes, but, if that was bad, it only got worse. She wanted to make me pay for ticking her off, she wanted to really see me suffer. Without warning, she drew all five fingers across my soles. I screamed, my giggles turning to laughter with every swipe of her nails. My face was on fire, my lungs were starting to burn.

The butterflies in my stomach had burst into flames and were..sinking deeper into me. Every scratch, every caress, every peal of laughter only intensified the pressure building up between my legs. If she didn't stop, I was going to wet myself.

Was that what she wanted? Did she want to humiliate me?

God, I didn't want her to stop. It wanted more, she was being too nice! I was bossy and awful! I was mean and nasty! I was...I was a bitch! I needed to be punished!

By either a miracle or a sick twist of fate, she found a spot along my arches. A spot I didn't know about, but, Boy, would I never forget! I bucked with all my meager strength and screamed, now fighting in earnest to get away.

She noticed, "Oooh! Is this Bellum's weak spot? Right here? Do you like it when I tickle you right here? Tickle, tickle, Bellum! I might just tickle you all day if Buttercup doesn't show up!" That spot, she wouldn't leave that spot! She tickled the left foot, then the right, then skittered her fingers across both at random. My face was wet with tears, drool seeping through the corners of my gag. My breath was starting to catch in my throat.

I clenched my eyes shut and screamed into the gag as the pressure building up inside got too much. My hips bucked, my toes clenched and I screamed. I screamed again and again and again into that rolled up stocking. I don't know if she noticed, it didn't slow her down. She didn't let up for even a second.

She had to stop. God, please don't let her stop. My entire body was alive with...with excitement! It felt amazing, more wonderful than anything I'd ever known before! I was laughing harder, faster than ever before, but each laugh was punctuated with a high-pitched moan. And as soon as the first wave settled, another surge bubbled up inside and released like a shockwave. I screamed again, grinding my hips into the ground.

I'd soaked through my underwear. If this kept up, I was sure I'd leak through my dress. It happened one last time, this one worse than the first two. It felt so amazing, so incredible I began to sob when it was over. Every inch of me was lit up like a firework, my feet felt sore but that didn't stop me from begging for her to keep going.

I wanted, I needed, so much more. I'd have given anything for Buttercup to keep going. I'd have gladly stayed like that forever, if only she just kept tickling me...but, I felt a kiss on my cheek and knew it was over.

"I'm gonna go fight Buttercup now, Ms. Bellum. I'll let you stay here and think about this talk we had," And then she was gone. Leaving me bound and soaking, sobbing into the carpet, moaning for her to come back. Moaning for just one more...just one more...

XxXxX

Blossom sat up, drenched in sweat. Her hands flew to her face; she was on fire. The young woman muffled a small squeak, hand slipping between her legs. She hadn't...,but, if she had in her sleep, Aku would forgive her, wouldn't he? She sighed, biting her lip and rubbing her eyes. She was hot, wet even, but she hadn't come. At least, as far as she could tell, she hadn't made as much of a mess as she could have.

That dream...she hadn't had it in forever. Blossom blushed and laid back in bed, tugging at her nightgown, which had soak to her body. In fact, she had hoped she'd forget that little incident. Buttercup never did figure out what exactly had happened. She just assumed Blossom had learned her lesson about being bossy and never tickled her like that again. The Powerpuff girl frowned and looked toward her door.

Maybe she had noticed, though, because they never played the Powerpuff Girls again after that. Buttercup once told her that it was starting to get too weird. That was probably her fault.

"Master…" Blossom whispered. Why had she told him that? He asked for a fantasy, she should have just made something up. Why in the world did she tell him about the first time she...she shook her head. She didn't necessarily tell him about the first time she ever…

"Ugh!" she moaned, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. "Blossom, you are so stupid and...and stupid! Just stupid! He's the master of the universe, he doesn't care about your stupid little…" Blossom swallowed and trailed off, returning to her back, spread across her bed with a big sigh.

He had asked and she told him. She told him a story she'd never told anyone, not even Bonnie.

She groaned and pressed her hands against her eyes. That stupid, stupid memory! It was bad enough that Aku wouldn't take her, but now she was hornier than she was when she went to bed!

"At this rate, I'll probably explode if I ever c-come again…" she muttered, blushing and stumbling over the word. Every time they'd had sex, she'd come so hard she felt faint. But, those had been spaced out with her own daily activities. Why did her loved ones love to torture her so much? Blossom sighed and looked back toward her door.

That's when something caught her eye. She blinked and narrowed her eyes. There was something peeking over the edge of the bed at her. She started to lean closer, "What in the world-"

Something to her right shot out, snatching her wrist and giving it a tug. She gasped and started to fight back, but the first thing she'd seen snatched her other wrist, pulling it back and pulling her tight against the bed. With a grunt, she started to sit up, only to have both ankles snatched. Her face lit up like a tomato and her frightened shriek was muffled behind two more shadowy appendages wrapping around her face and pulling her down.

She was trapped, spread across her bed and gagged. Her eyes widened and her breathing picked up speed. Her blood was like fire; her pussy was already drooling with anticipation.

A shadowy form rose up from the foot of the bed, regarding her with burning eyes. A smile spread across its face as it slowly slid out of view. Blossom struggled to lift her head, hoping for another view. Another tentacle shot from beneath the bed and wrapped around her eyes, drenching her world in darkness.

He was here. Aku was here and now...now she couldn't move. She tried pulling at his tentacles, but like always, his strength was impossible to overcome. There were no butterflies in her belly this time. No, this time her entire body felt like a bomb, ready to burst. Every breath felt like it filled her up with electricity.

This time there was no Antidote-X. This time it was real. She was truly helpless.

She shivered and her toes clenched, her feet trembled. She could feel something crawling across the foot of the bed. It brushed against her sole and she shrieked, jerking her leg with all her might. He couldn't know. He wouldn't...but what if he did?

If Aku decided to...punish her, there wouldn't be a Buttercup or a Bubbles coming to save her this time.

'No, no, no, oh Master, please...please...oh!' Her thoughts melted into jelly; her leg jerked uncontrollably under his sensuous touch. She squirmed and giggled nervously into the tentacle over her mouth, as another slipped over her shoulder and began to trace circles around her ear, across her neck.

Just how many arms did this monster have?

Another wrapped around her arm and slid into her nightgown. She moaned and arched her back the moment it caressed her breast. When another joined it, Blossom clenched her eyes shut, whimpering. Would he really do this? Would he take her...her fantasy and pervert it into yet another exercise in futility?

He couldn't...no one could be so cruel. Even the Shogun of Sorrow.

She was covered in them now. Writhing shadow appendages, tracing devilish circles and drawing little hearts along her quivering skin. She giggled and squirmed; she moaned and begged. One tentacle wrapped around her breast and began to tease her throbbing tit. Blossom jerked to the side. Another slipped inside her nightgown, teasing the lips of her pussy before slowly, oh Aku so slowly, peeling away her panties. She bit down on the tentacle around her mouth and gasped, feeling the cool air on her naked pussy.

He had to, he couldn't.

Twin tentacles found their way to her slit, softly caressing its lips, always teasing to give her what she desired, coming just a hair's breadth away from her throbbing clit before pulling away. Blossom screamed into the gag; how many times had she cried for him? How many times did she need to cry and beg before she finally earned the release only he could give her?

"Sweet Pea," his voice startled her, so hot, so close to her ear, "You've pleased Aku," she shivered and squealed. He drew his tongue across her ear, tracing the edge. "Enjoy your reward," he punctuated the 'reward" with a soft kiss on her ear.

When the first tentacle pierced her, she screamed and began to fight in earnest against the arms holding her. Another slipped shamelessly into her ass. Blossom's eyes shot open. The teasing tenderness was gone; the monster under the bed was ready to feast on her.

She tugged again, his tentacle plowed deeper inside her pussy than she thought it could. And her ass, oh before it had hurt so much, but now, now she was so hungry, so desperate every touch was like Heaven. The tentacles at her breasts had come to life. No more sweet touches, no, he grabbed her with a purpose. Pinned to the bed, she couldn't escape, or so much as thrash when the tendrils zeroed in, twisting her rock-hard nubs like a safecracker, eager to release the prize she'd hidden inside her.

Her bed squeaked and creaked. Someone would surely come to check on her. Blossom's blood ran cold. Someone would find her, trapped in his hold, every inch of her at his mercy. Someone would open the door and know her secret, know what she'd longed so long for.

Please, Master, let someone open the door, she thought desperately. If her sisters saw her, she'd never be able to look them in the eye again. That thought alone dominated her thoughts when, finally, she arched her back and screamed. He was between her legs, tongue lavishing pleasure on every inch of her throbbing slit.

"Mmhmm! Mmhmm! Mmmhmm!" It was all she could scream, the only sound that could escape his tight hold on her mouth. Her eyes bulged when she felt another orgasm building up. She was still trembling from the first when the second came crashing through like a wrecking ball. His tongue, his wonderful tongue played her pussy like an instrument. Hot sex poured from her like wine, and he refused to let a drop escape.

The tentacles thrusting into her pussy and ass only picked up speed, moved by their owner's urgency. Encouraged by their victim's growing panic. Another climax, another eruption of sweet, sweet ecstasy. His claws appeared, suddenly, digging into her hips and holding her still. More tentacles wrapped around her to pull her even closer.

Sobbing, she was sobbing when it hit her again. Her sheets were likely ruined, stained forever with her own blood, sweat and come. But, he was relentless, and showed no signs of slowing. The room was starting to freeze, despite the heat around them.

She struggled one last time to pull free. Then, she felt it. It was likely an accident. He couldn't know. He shouldn't know, please don't let him know. But, she felt it still, a tentacle draw a long line across her foot, from her heel, up to her toes, then down again.

So gentle, so deliberate. So perfect!

Blossom's voice cracked when she came again, thrusting so hard she very nearly tore free from him. So hard, so sweet, so intense, her head began to swim. Vaguely, she was certain she could feel him pulling away from her. Faintly, she felt his breath against her face.

Distantly, so distant it was surely a dream, she heard him say "Goodnight, my Blossom,"